King Tang Boyan of Wei also appeared in front of Mr. Tang's bed after hearing the news, with anger.

When Tang Boyan knelt down and admitted his mistake, the shogunate outside the King of Wei's mansion was also brightly lit, and the shogunate officials who went to work in advance were all busy with the same thing - urgently contact the powerful yamen such as Jinwu, Tingwei, the Marquis of the Northern Army, Jingzhaoyin, the Daolushi Department, the Sili School Captain, and the City Gate School Captain. They jointly enforce the special law enforcement rectification and search for the Blood God Cult who ravaged Yujing and harmed living creatures!

As the lights on one official office after another, the puppet Yujing, whose nine doors were locked, woke up early.

"Okay, okay, it's not entirely blamed Bo Yan, you, hurry up and get up! The dignified King of Wei, kneels down at any time, what kind of morality is it? Let's go and help the King of Wei up."

The old man Tang, who was still in a bad mood, had someone help Tang Boyan, who came to take the blame and admit his mistake.

In this situation, what's the use of admitting mistakes on your knees?

The most urgent task is to find a way to solve the problem.

It is good to use powerful national power at the first time to jointly enforce the law and search the Blood God Cult. It is best to catch a few senior leaders of the Blood God Cult. The most crazy people of the cult have always been middle and lower-level believers. As for those core upper-level... Oh, I hope that they who enjoy the various benefits offered by the middle and lower-level people would rather die than surrender and keep the secret when they were severely tortured and threatened with life?

However, is it really good to check the case of a projectile paper ghost without taking a ride?

Speaking of solving the problem, Tang Ning suddenly remembered that the "scoring skills" that should have been completed as soon as possible when he woke up every day was not done today.

Since he remembered it, Old Master Tang hurriedly recited "Get Skills" silently.

What if you have super luck and draw a magical skill that can drive away the entanglement and disturbance of evil gods?

Unfortunately, reality is always skinny, and it is eight to nine out of ten unsatisfactory.

Tang Ning's current skill that he has high hopes for is called "basic deduction method"

Basic deduction method: Review the known basic conditions and find the answer closest to the truth. (Blind student, you discovered the Huadian again!) (It is valid before 24:00 today, with a cooling time of 2 hours)

Basic deduction?

I think I have heard this word somewhere?

Also, what the hell is blind child?

Could it be... Watson?

Yes! That's right, it's Peanut! This random skill comes from the spin-off drama of the famous detective Sherlock Holmes!

Although it is not a magical skill that can save my life, this basic deduction method also appears very timely!

"Everyone, keep quiet, I thought of something very critical!"

Tang Ning, who had figured it out, said immediately.

When everyone present heard this, they quickly calmed down and held their breath and saluted Old Master Tang.

Tang Ning lost his focal length, and the "basic deduction method" has been inspired!

From the moment I came through, the people and things I saw with my own eyes, the words I heard intentionally or unintentionally, flipped rapidly in Tang Ning's mind like a page. Countless details were connected and danced by invisible ropes. Thousands of vivid portraits emerged and were woven into huge nets by lines representing different relationships...

I don’t know how long it took, but the flood of information disappeared like a tide of fresh and vivid avatars disappeared one by one, leaving only a woman with no face and... a luxuriously decorated carriage.

Am I a God?

No, I'm not.

"call--"

Tang Ning spit out a long breath of turbid air, raised his hand and touched his hot forehead.

As the nasal cavity became hot, two black and red viscous nosebleeds slowly.

"Ah, the old man has a nosebleed!"

"Father, what's wrong with you?!"

The screams rang out quickly.

"I'm fine, I'm just overworked and can't die." Tang Ning waved his hand, took out a handkerchief to wipe off the bleeding from his nose, and looked at Tang Boyan with a worried look on his face: "Boyan, your wife is named Cui Yingxian, right?"

"Father, I have divorced that woman! She has no connection with our Tang family!"

Tang Boyan answered quickly.

"No, there is still something to do." Tang Ning rubbed his eyebrows, then took the wet towel that Hongluan had just wrung and covered it on his face: "I can basically confirm that the person who attracted the evil spirit of the Blood God to deal with me was her."

"What?!" Tang Boyan was extremely shocked, then blushed, followed by gritting his teeth: "Crazy! Crazy! Crazy!"

"Father, my son is not virtuous in marrying a wife, and you are actually affected! Father, I will kill that crazy woman myself!"

The King of Wei, who was so angry that he trembled all over, got up and walked out.

"Stop!" Tang Ning took off the wet towel covering his face and said quietly: "A man in his decades, the son of a daughter does not sit in the hukou hall, and a gentleman does not stand under a dangerous wall. Do you also want your father to teach you the truth?"

"Yes, yes, father, you taught me the right lesson. It's my son. I was so angry that I was knocked out by anger! Father, why don't I arrange the right people to catch that crazy woman?"

Tang Boyan quickly turned around and admitted his mistake.

"Well, go." Tang Ning covered his face again with a towel, and sent a slightly stuffy voice into Tang Boyan's ears through Mao Jing: "Remember to send me a copy of the confessions of all the believers of the Blood God Cult, and... Be careful of those aristocratic families and nobles, and don't forget that newspaper."

The dignified King of Wei was well-behaved and grateful and claimed that he was, and then hurriedly left, vowing to arrest the crazy vicious woman.

Old Master Tang, who was covered with a wet towel on his face, continued to maintain Ge You's paralysis. Although he had made him develop the basic deduction of the hallucination that he was a god, he had entered a cooling time of up to 2 hours, but this did not prevent him from thinking about simple things.

Through the extremely brain-burning basic interpretation of the cocoon just now, Tang Ning not only found Cui Yingxian who drove the evil spirit of the Blood God to harm him, but also found some important information that had been ignored-

Who does that luxurious carriage that made me instinctively pay attention and alert?

How should I organize language so that the mysterious boss who listened to my sermons and Journey to the West would take the initiative to help me check my body and remove the blood god that invaded my body?

Is that blood god a real god or a powerful evil spirit that outstrips the name of the god?

What is the relationship between the predecessor of the Blood God Sect, the Mitian Daluo God believed in by the Mitian Sect and the current Blood God?

Can this world really create existences of evil spirits or even gods out of nothing through the devout faith of believers?

This world is so careful that the more mysterious and weird you observe it!

Alas, why did things suddenly turn out like this? I obviously just want to be a quiet and beautiful man who is indifferent to the world, so why did I involve me in such a complicated matter?

"Hongluan, take paper, pen and paint, I want to draw something."

"Qingluan, go and arrange for those musicians and singers to go to the stage. I will teach them a new song later."
Chapter completed!